{"id":102359,"date":"2024-06-28T19:42:20","date_gmt":"2024-06-28T17:42:20","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.acosopov.com\/reading-room\/poetry-shelf\/%d0%b8-%d1%83%d1%88%d1%82%d0%b5-%d0%b5%d0%b4%d0%bd%d0%b0%d1%88-%d1%86%d1%80%d0%bd%d0%be-%d1%81%d0%be%d0%bd%d1%86%d0%b5\/"},"modified":"2026-01-13T19:20:06","modified_gmt":"2026-01-13T18:20:06","slug":"and-yet-again-black-sun","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/www.acosopov.com\/en\/reading-room\/poetry-shelf\/and-yet-again-black-sun\/","title":{"rendered":"And Yet Again Black Sun"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

\n\t\t\tAnd Yet Again Black Sun\t<\/h1>\n\tHere everything lethally bears your likeness.
\nEven this tar scattered across the hills.
\nAnd this resin
\nseeping from the gorge of three dry rivers.
\nAnd the sorrow of the dog whimpering through the outer districts-
\neven this bears your likeness.\nAnd this cliff the water is lapping against,
\nwater that surrenders itself like a woman,
\nwanting the embrace
\nof him who will pay with his life for unbridled thirst.
\nAnd this blueness, stinting and unattainably close.
\nAnd this cliff above it, against which it laps.\nAnd these vineyards and vines. And wines
\npoured from incandescence, from scorch, from heat.
\nAnd drought.
\nAnd this stone with a soul turned to chalk.
\nAnd these three, O black sun, our own three sons,
\nwho thirst amid vineyards and vines and wines.\nAnd this belltower in a thick hazel forest,
\nwhich is praying and cursing.
\nAnd echoing woundedness.
\nAnd everyone who comes here to be healed in peace.
\nAnd the gouged-out eyes in the ancient frescoes.
\nAnd this belltower in a thick hazel forest.\nHere everything lethally bears your likeness.
\nEven this tar scattered across the hills.
\nAnd this resin.
\nAnd the starry Great Wagon above them.
\nAnd the dog whimpering all through the outer districts-
\neven he in his sorrow bears your likeness . . .\nAnd this land, turbulent but clear.
\nAnd this drought. And heat.
\nAnd nightmare.
\nAnd my three wounds-three words never uttered.
\nO black sun, late autumn’s fire,
\nlight trickles down on us from a long-burned-out star.\n\tAco \u0160opov<\/a>,\u00a0Reader of the Ashes<\/em><\/a>, 1970
\nTranslated from the Macedonian by Christina E. Kramer and Rawley Grau,\u00a0The Long Coming of the Fire<\/em><\/a>, Dallas, Deep Vellum, 2023.\n\t

Listen to the Spanish translation of the poem<\/p>\n\t\t